Drop everything now
Meet me in the pouring rain
Kiss me on the sidewalk
Take away the pain
’cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile
Get me with those green eyes, baby, as the lights go down
Give me something that’ll haunt me when you’re not around
’cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile
“Photograph”
Loving can hurt
Loving can hurt sometimes
But it’s the only thing
That I know
And when it gets hard
You know it can get hard sometimes
It is the only thing that makes us feel alive
We keep this love in a photograph
We made these memories for ourselves
Where our eyes are never closing
Hearts are never broken
And times are forever frozen still
So you can keep me
Inside the pocket
Of your ripped jeans
Holdin’ me closer
Til our eyes meet
You won’t ever be alone
Wait for me to come home
Loving can heal
Loving can mend your soul
And is the only thing
That I know (know)
I swear it will get easier
Remember that with every piece of ya
And it’s the only thing we take with us when we die
We keep this love in a photograph
We make these memories for ourselves
Where our eyes are never closing
Our hearts were never broken
And times forever frozen still
So you can keep me
Inside the pocket
Of your ripped jeans
Holdin’ me closer
Till our eyes meet
You won’t ever be alone
And if you hurt me
Well that’s ok baby only words bleed
Inside these pages you just hold me
And I won’t ever let you go
Wait for me to come home
Wait for me to come home
Wait for me to come home
Wait for me to come home
Oh you can fit me
Inside the necklace you got when you were 16
Next to your heartbeat
Where I should be
Keep it deep within your soul
And if you hurt me
Well that’s ok baby only words bleed
Inside these pages you just hold me
And I won’t ever let you go
When I’m away
I will remember how you kissed me
Under the lamppost
Back on 6th street
Hearing you whisper through the phone
Wait for me to come home
plane is late. we were notified HOURS ago that we’d be delayed by 30 minutes. no biggie. until it turned into almost an hour and we are still waiting. why? because the crew was late. the pilots hustled, but the FAs? they had to be torn away from CNN. not kidding.
board the plane to find out there is no bathroom. is this grey hound?
American puts the ass in class.
file your nails on your own time
always, always, always carry back-up power for phones + tablets. not power cords … actual battery packs. saved my sanity when I was stuck in Dallas on the Tarmac, in a plane with no power
Oh, you only love me for my big sun glasses
And my Tony Lamas
I live in Oklahoma
And I’ve got long, blonde hair
And I play guitar, and I go on the road
And I do all the shit you wanna do
And my dog does tricks
And I ain’t about drama, ya’ll
And I love my apron
But I ain’t your mama!
@PresNixonUSA: Always remember, others may hate you, but those who hate you don’t win unless you hate them, and then you destroy yourself.
With fingernails that shine like justice
And a voice that is dark like tinted glass
She is fast, thorough, and sharp as a tack
She is touring the facility and picking up slack
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guy in the glasses. mean
where the tiara hits the road 